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It was bad enough that he was letting James—well, love him. There was really no question that James loved him; the fish in the sea and all the mute beasts had that one figured out, and so did Leo. Leo loved him back, which was entirely immaterial.
They had spent enough nights together, enough mornings together, that it was no longer practical to count them (it was thirty-two).
